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Post by ash on Jul 30, 2016 18:35:13 GMT
Roan had heard so many rumors about what happened in Mount weather. It was something the exiled prince could not ignore. The rumors came from simple men and women of Azgeda, farmers, workers, people who had no benefit of lying, people who would not be heard by their queen as she was busy planning her weird political games that even managed to loose her her own family. Potentially for good, thanks to her deal with the devil, so to speak. The deal with Lexa. In truth Roan had been surprised Lexa had been leading the army into Mount Weather. He would have expected her to chicken out, because it could have been her downfall.
It was daring for him to go to Polis where Skaikru was now with a few people, talking, dealing, potentially finally getting peace over whatever leverage they potentially had. He wanted to find out, see if Skaikru could be useful to his own cause as well as his cause for the simple people of Azgeda. He had no idea, but he had to try. Roan wore a hood in Polis most of the time. He hid part of his face under bandages, had kept his beard long to disguise his jaw. With nobody looking closely at the limping cripple, he was safe for now until they wanted to question him.
Sadly his time in Polis gave him no insight. The warriors that never returned home were nowhere to be found and he grew desperate. He decided to watch the skaikru people and found someone who might just help him. He had seen him cautious, protective and yet compassionate and open. He seemed like the man who valued deals and loyalty.
It was a sunny day when he decided to approach him. He remaind in his role as criple, letting his injured leg give out - not that it was injured - falling into him, hoping it would not backfire if the man might call for the guards of Lexa. Hopefully he'd want to help. |
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Post by ash on Jul 27, 2016 20:03:47 GMT
Skaikru. Now that the person cam closer, he knew it was Skaikru. The clothing was too good, too thin, too well skaikru for another clan. He was right and that meant he had a chance to live. A small one, givne by his own experiences, but he had a chance none the less. Roan gasped as the man pressed his own hand on Roans. Now that was effective. It really did slow the bleeding a bit he felt, but damn it also hurt. The question was one he could answer relatively easily. He knew exactly where medical supplies were.
"My pack." He said, not bothering to even try to raise his voice. he was close enough to hear anyway. He also knew that skaikru would probably suspect their sort of medical supplies, but he had skaikru supplies. After all the plan to get into Polis had been different. It had not included him hurt and it had included Wanheda to be able to use them herself. Now she was nowhere near those supplies, sadly. Though he didn't know if she wouldn't have just let him bleed out. Clarke was a very driven person, he learned that. "Clarke, you know, tiny blonde ball of rage and pointless death glares? She packed some, expecting she'd have to patch someone up. Guess she was right. What... happened up there? I was a bit busy... painting the floor red."
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Post by ash on Jul 27, 2016 19:06:15 GMT
Roan had been made to wait for the ambassador or Polis. What was there even to talk about he wondered? Azgeda had made it clear that they were not interested in being bound in an alliance that was in no way of any benefit for Azgeda, only for the commander, the one who gained power, even over the rulers of the clans. No, his mother would never agree to it, not under those circumstances. And for once Roan agreed. What did they gain by submitting to a war hungry commander? She dragged them into just another war. Roan didn't trust her as far as he could throw her and he assumed he couldn't throw her father than a few meters.
To send and ambassador instead of going herself was clever, yet for Roan it was typical as well. She would not have been welcome here after the recent war. But the ambassador was welcome for now. Roan watched her closely and listened to her comment. It drew a smirk on his face.
"Last time I checked, ambassador, the commander, who seeks to reign over our queen, is not here herself. You are an ambassador. What gave you the opinion that our queen was to meet you?" He question. "She will see you, when she has time. She has matters to attend to, that your commanders wars caused. I am afraid they are more important to us at the moment. Unless you come to declare a third war." Or was it fourth? Really he had lost count. "Are you here for peace or war?"
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Post by ash on Jul 26, 2016 19:12:58 GMT
Footsteps all blurred into the incessant noise that kept on reminding Roan, that his people, the fellow so called 'Grounders' were pretty shit at compassion. They, the chipped ones, had dumped him out of sight, to die, probably. He was leaned against a wall, but he did not remain upright of his own doing, he was leaned against a chest next to him. That and the wall supported him. His hand was weakly pressed against the wound. Roans skin was pale, he could no longer focus on people as they walked passed the dying man. They were way too focused on themselves to care for someone dying. There was only one person they cared about in those moments, like their previous hedas: Themselves. So his best bet was Skaikru. They had compassion. They saw chances in preserving life rather than taking it - Roan was well aware that the initial impulse of bloodshed rarely came from Arkadia. He had been a neutral observer for so long.
So Roan looked for some shape: Skaikru weren't bulky, Grounders were in full gear. Shadows, thin, unarmed, that were those he had to go by. He saw one, thin, without the padding he was used to and somehow bent, as if some weight was pushing him down, potentially guilt from what they all were made to do under the chip. He had seen horrors. All of them had.
While Pride was there, he knew in this instance it had no place there, pride could kill him. And so he made himself grit his teeth, take deep breaths to gather what little strength he had left to call out to who he thought to be Skaikru.
"Help! Please."
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Post by ash on Jul 22, 2016 21:52:11 GMT
He had a bit of a network, friends from days before him, had remained close to him, sent him information, making it possible to wander into Azgeda without being spotted and killed for disobeying his banishment, a banishment that was in itself a disgrace, but he knew where it came from. It angered him to this day. As Roan returned to Azgeda he knew he had a duty to his people, but he felt numb, too. He knew he had been trying to get back home, but his mother, who tried to usurp Lexa, had not done so for him, but for herself. And now the banished prince was king of a nation he had been a stranger to for so long. He wasn't even sure if he still deserved to call himself Azgeda. But he had to lead them. And he had to do it right, somehow. No more death, no more violence among themselves.
After the ceremony, the newly crowned king had taken to a bath in the clear cold spring near the capital, washing away some of the dirt from Polis at least. He was made king by the woman he hated with a passion, because she had him banished and his mother agreed and didn't fight. All for the sake of her people and what did it bring them? There was no benefit in his punishment, but the mind of a girl put to rest, who apparently thought a queen with an heir too dangerous for her. He couldn't tell. He didn't care, but he knew his trust should not lay with Polis, only with himself. And with those loyal to him throughout his banishment. Roan sat on the throne - what a joke, him on the throne, now more wild man than prince or king. His task to secure a stable future was a hard one, but it was his. He wouldn't back down from it. Technically this was his damn birthright, not that he necessarily cared.
It was the entrance of one of his allies, that made him move for the first time. Roan stood, looking at Echo, truly loyal to him through it all, with what she could give and he knew he couldn't ask too much of her, he had no right. "Echo." He said in welcome into what was now his throne room. "I assume none of us thought we would see each other again in this constellation or this soon." It happened too fast for even him to comprehend. "Your queen is dead, killed by heda and yet I struggle with it. Should I feel satisfaction or anger? Should I call for justice?"
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Post by ash on Jul 6, 2016 16:37:15 GMT
"I'm a man of many skills." Roan agreed. Though his skills were around brutish strength. He was a king, yes, but his skill there were reliant on others. He needed advisors, because really? Politics were his strength in one on one combat, but certainly not beyond. He needed men for that, but a lot of them, too. Roan knew of the failings of men. The decision was his in the end and he'd take responsibility, so he was making a good choice. And he was aware of how bad a bad choice could be. Well, maybe that did make him a good leader. He didn't run headfirst into some crazy idea. Maybe it even qualified as skill. To the Arkers it might, given that they didn't exactly have the best track record with leaders. Neither did they. Their last two commanders were simply both batshit crazy. At least in Roans eyes. He did support one, though. Because it meant power to Azgeda and he was loyal to his people, of course. Anything that would better their statuses. He owed that to his people... then again they did support his banishment.
"But none as impressive as yours. Your fingers..." Since Roan was quite bold often, he reached for her hand, looking at those delicate fingers. "Your fingers can bring powerful gadgets to life. They can bring down entire mountains. My skills pale to yours." He replied. "Bringing down the mountain would have costed my life and I still would have failed. You brought down enemies greater than I could imagine." Roan smirked at the woman, knowing his words could have an effect to her and he did't really mind.
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Post by ash on Jun 6, 2016 19:44:48 GMT
"You heard of the lights." He commented, clearly surprised by the knowledge that was not wide spread outside of Azgeda. They meant a lot to his people, so he had to teach her about them eventually, but he didn't expect to be faced with that so soon. Azgeda, like many grounder clans, was very focused on nature as the mother of their lives. Nature gave and took life. Nature gave spectacular lights. And nature gave hope. "You will see them. We will be married under them actually. " He told her. "It's for blessing." He wanted his people to have no doubt about her. "Many of our festivals happen around the lights actually. They are gorgeous. Maybe you can tell me if your mothers drawings met the reality." He bet they didn't. But it was due to the impossible beauty of the lights.
"If you want me to join you, I can. I can leave you alone, too. It is your choice." And he wanted her to have the choice. He needed her to know she was able to make her own decisions as well in this marriage. She was no prisoner. She was to be a queen and to be treated as such. He was so royally done with oppression in Azgeda.
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Post by ash on May 30, 2016 19:06:37 GMT
Damn them. He wasn’t supposed to be here, but he had no place to go technically. Roan was sure they were after him, but eventually he noticed that that was not the case. They were not after him at all, but after a girl. Now that was something new even to him. They were hunting a girl. She must have been someone of interest, maybe someone he could use. Knocking a few arrows, he let them loose, killing the Trikru warriors after the – he noticed it now – girl that was not armed or at least not significantly. Roan made his way forward, grabbing the girl.
“Why are they after you?” He said in perfect English. He held her, held her close or up, he wasn’t too sure. She didn’t look too healthy anymore. The fleeing and whatever happened to her during it, apparently to their toll on the girl. Maybe he should offer her water, but there was time for that later. Once she told him why the hell those bastards were after her. And there was no way they were after her for no reason. They didn’t do that. But they sometimes had stupid reasons. A lot of them actually, thanks to where their loyalty lay, when their leaders loyalty did not lie with them. The poor people.
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Post by ash on May 26, 2016 19:24:49 GMT
Roan was in no way surprised. After everything he could not blame the man for demanding to disarm and he had offered. That he wanted his men to disarm, too was something else entirely. But he would do as they wished. He knew what they could do with those weapons, but more importantly: This was about them, about justice they deserved and where denied by the rights of the Grounders. They were wronged, but nothing had been done to give them justice. Roan had no idea how anyone could justify not giving them the justice they deserved. And so Roan motioned to his men to put down their weapon. It was hard for the guards to do so without letting go of the prisoners, but they managed it. Roan himself had quite a few weapons to uncover. Once they were on the ground before him, he looked this Bellamy in the eyes again. This was a man Wanheda trusted. He hoped she was right in doing so. He hoped he would understand that this was a gesture of good intentions to begin his reign with promising signs for skaikru. He had no interest in war like this, a war for no reason. He wanted peace and prosperity for his people. That did not happen over war.
He dared to offer a smile, it was a subtle one, hoping to show he was not here to mean harm to them. "I am not here as your enemy." He began. "My mother, Queen Nia of Azgeda is dead. Which makes me king of Azgeda now. She has been killed in a coup by Lexa, which denied you the justice she should have given you." Roan explained. He knew it would probably take a long, long time for their people to build up even a semblance of trust. But healing always had to start with something. The first step had to be taken and he was willing to be the one taking it. "She continued to reinforce your position as thirteenth clan, but yet denied you the right to exact justice on my mother, the woman who planned the attack on your people. Blood must have blood. Thirteenth clan or not, you have been wronged. I am sick of the commander overruling our law." It was daring, it was treason at best, high treason usually. He couldn't care. "I want what's best for my people. What's best for my people is to seek peace and with that prosperity and strength. After what has been done to your people you have no reason to seek peace with Azgeda. So I am here to make a step towards you." Roan pointed to the prisoners. "This is Karl Emerson, the last mountain man. He gave my mother the information he needed to destroy the mountain. He encouraged her attack. Those two are warriors encouraging the plan as well. One of them was there as a back up of the other assassin, volunteering to finish the job, should the first fail. I can not give you my mother, but those are her direct accomplices." He motioned for the guards to bring them forward, to make them kneel in front of Bellamy. "Judge them as your law sees fit."
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Post by ash on May 15, 2016 20:08:34 GMT
Roan had been given water and bread. He was impressed by the skaikrus thinking. They had rightfully assessed that he needed a bit of sustenance especially after an injury. With them going on to do something that sounded like a horrible threat. Well it might serve him. And in many cases it sounded out of this world, but wanheda usually was not unintelligent. So he went with it. He'd go for the plan.
Roan wasn't sure where the big issues orriginally stemmed from, but he didn't care. If they served him, he'd be okay with serving them. If it brought something good to those he was loyal to, his people, then he'd work with them. And as long as they were not the enemy, he would not openly be one for them. Neutral ground surely could be achieved. But that was very far in the future.
He waited. They had trusted him to go along, but not with the information of where his gear and weapons were. They probably wanted to observe him in order to make sure he wouldn't bolt. He couldn't blame them in the slightest, if he was honest.
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Post by ash on Apr 17, 2016 8:18:26 GMT
Political games were never of Roans interest, but he had to play now, being the king. His advisors angered him to no end. Several warriors did, too and he was tempted to just have them executed, but what message would that bring to his people? He could not begin with this. He had to begin with securing Azgeda in a way his mother never bothered. Azgeda was powerful and ruthless. They had Ontari, the future commander. But all of that did not secure futures. Futures were secured through peace and treaties, which was why he hadn’t slept since becoming the king, in part also due to grieving. She had wronged him, but Nia had still been his mother. And now she was gone. In the end, now was the time he knew he would never see her again. He expected to never see a lot of people again. How wrong he was just about to be proven.
When someone told him there was someone to see him, Roan asked them to bring the visitor in. He was behind a desk, a map spread out before him, figures being moved by Roan to aid his thinking process. As they brought in his visitor a gasp could be heard. He immediately waved at the guards. “Leave us. She means no harm.” He was sure of that at least. And even if, he could take her, if he wanted to. As the guards were outside, he looked at her. “Daring, I must say. You’re lucky they’re more concerned about skaikru than anything else right now. Sit, please. What brings you here, Andromeda?”
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Post by ash on Apr 8, 2016 20:52:28 GMT
The sky? He heard rumors of that, he knew there were apparently people in the sky, but he never expected to see them. Well, looked like he got lucky with that, if you wanted to say that. Maybe it wasn’t that lucky, but he knew how to handle himself, he was willing to take a chance. So of course she had no clue what he was talking about. It seemed like he owed her an explanation. “Mountain Men are men living in a mountain not far from here. The fog only occurs around it, as do the reapers – men, killing other men. You will want to try the mountain men at any cost. And the fog. You’ll learn the perimeters eventually.” She would get used to that the longer she – and maybe her people – were on the Ground and in that area. “Trikru are the clan living here. Tree people. There are twelve clans in total. I’m from Azgeda, ice nation. We live north.” Well they lived north, he was banished. “I’m traveling.”
With her being from the sky, there was no surprise she was lost. “Since I don’t know where you came from, I can’t tell you where you went wrong. But I could help you find your way again.” He’d offer it and leave her alone. Maybe it was for the best not to attack without knowing what kind of people sky people are. “I’m Roan by the way. What’s your name, sky girl?” With him offering to take her home, her name was the least she could do, he thought. “Where do you need to go. Do you have any… pinters on which you could find orientation again? I happen to know these woods.”
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Post by ash on Apr 8, 2016 20:42:46 GMT
Her look was still amusing. Roan was warming up to skaikru in a way he never expected. If everyone took the effort to get to know them, the advantages of an alliance for both sides were so wonderfully clear. He was inclined to ask for a permanent alliance full time, outside of the coalition, which meant not much to him. The coalition was too fragile in his eyes. He wanted ties between the people and his people directly instead of going through someone. That was too risky for him. He was not repeating his mothers mistakes and certainly not relying on flippant girls, who were not destined to live long. He wanted long living alliances after all. Once she took the drink, Roan leaned against the wall close to her, watching her as she tried to find a reason why she was staring at him. His craftsmanship. Right. He was just displaying brute force, nothing else.
“I was hammering onto something. I don’t possess craftsmanship.” And he would not pretend he could. He could not build anything, but she could. She built wondrous things that he could not even wrap his head around. And he frankly did not want to. He was a warrior and king. Everything else was not for him to do, but for him to delegate. “You however do. I am fascinated by what you do. Your tiny hands can make… things way beyond my imagination work. And here I am hammering away at a stone. It pales in comparison. I am strong. Just strong and dominant, that’s it.”
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Post by ash on Apr 8, 2016 13:38:38 GMT
“No.” He admired her strength for looking straight into his eyes, despite how intimidating he knew he could look, especially when he was taking charge of a situation. And he knew that Skaikru had reason to mistrust him. His people had hurt them, killed some of them. They had no reason to trust him, his mother had made sure of that, but right now. Trust and discretion was her only chance at survival. “What do you think will happen when I free you?” Nothing probably, but that was short sighted. Because a lot of things would happen and he would not let it happen this way.
“Believe it or not, my plan right now is the only way you will survive this.” He said, strictly. “Let me tell you what would happen, if I set you free: The other clans would see you. The other clans would see that we are harboring skaikru, the enemy right now. Word would travel to Lexa in record time.” He lowered himself to her eye level again. “There is no way Lexa will let you and me live if she found out about this, Clarke or no Clarke. She won’t have me defy her, especially not for her current blonde toy. Betrayal for her toy is only hers to do.” He didn’t know how the people thought of Clarkes position, or if any of them realized that Wanheda did not seem to be fully her own person or at least influenced heavily by Heda, but he had his opinion and in his tent, his opinion was free to be spoken. “Lexa had a fight, for justice and her position, with me forced to be Azgedas champion. She killed our queen by throwing a speer through her. She banished me long ago. Betrayed me after doing her bidding. She betrayed your people at Mount Weather. If you so much as think that Lexa will let me and your people live should I let you walk out of here, you’re mistaken. I am not starting this war. I am not interested in more killing. Are you?”
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Post by ash on Apr 1, 2016 21:15:10 GMT
They were in the north of Azgeda where the eternal night reigned for a few more weeks. He was not the biggest fan, but nature, in turn, gave them their lights, part of what made Azgeda so special in his eyes. They had to wait for a night for this to occur, but, to Niylahs benefit, they wed under the lights. And to her benefit, he allowed her time. He needed her as Queen first, then he needed heirs. All of that had time. Roan had no intention of even coming close to provoking death any time soon and in the royal residence in the north, he didn’t expect anything to happen. He spent time in his quarters – right next to his wife, candles lighting up the table he worked on as he was fixing a pair of pants. He knew he should sleep, but for some reason he couldn’t sleep. Maybe that was why he heard the commotion next door so clearly.
His wife! Someone was attacking his wife. Roan immediately dropped the pants and reached for a knife. Within seconds he stood in his wife room, watching at she stabbed the warrior in the shoulder, though it was clear she had aimed for his neck, aimed to kill. Good. “Stand down!” Roan commanded, but he didn’t wait for the execution of the command. Without another second to spare, he hooked his arm around the mans neck and dragged him out of the room. There he quickly slit his throat so Niylah would not have to watch or deal with the blood of this lowlife. Motioning to a guard, he had them take the body and knife away before he returned to his wife. “Are you okay?”
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